Boomtown Rats - Loudmouth - The Best Of Bob Geldof & The Boomtown Rats [compilation] (1994) by Boomtown Rats (보컬) on maniadb.com

The silicon chip inside her head,
Got switched to overload
Nobody's gonna go to school today,
She's gonna make them stay at home,
And daddy doesn't understand it,
He always said she was good as gold,
And he can see (no reasons)
'Cause there are (no reasons)
What reason do you need to be shown

(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot the whole day down

The telex machine is kept so clean
And it types to a waiting world,
Her mother feels so shocked
Father's world is rocked
And their thoughts turned to their own little girl
Well swett 16 ain't she peachy keen,
And it ain't so neat to admit defeat,
There could be (no reasons)
Because there are ( no reasons)
What reasons do you need, oh,

(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
I'm gonna shoot the whole day down, down, down
I'll shoot it all down

And all the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while
And school is out, oh and soon we will
learn that the lesson today is how to die
And then the bullhorn crackles,
And the captain tackles with the problems
and the how's and why's
And he can see (no reasons)
'Cause there are (no reasons)
What reasons do you need to die, die, oh

The silicon chip inside her head,
Gets switched to overload
Nobody's gonna go to school today,
She's gonna make them stay at home,
And daddy doesn't understand it,
He always said she was good as gold,
And he can see (no reasons)
'Cause there are (no reasons)
What reason do you need to be shown

(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like, I don't like
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like, I don't like
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot the whole day down

There was a lot of rocking going on that night
Cruising time for the young, bright lights
Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door
The five lamp boys were coming on strong
The Saturday night city beat had already started and the
The pulse of the corner boys just sprang into action
And young Billy watched it under the yellow street light
And said tonight of all nights there's gonna be a fight

Billy don't like it living here in this town
He says traps have been sprung long before he was born
He says hope bites the dust behind all the closed doors
And pus and grime ooze from its scab-crusted sores
There's screaming and crying in the high-rise blocks
It's a rat trap, Billy, but you're already caught
And you can make it if you want to or you need it bad enough
You're young and good-looking and you're acting kind of tough
Anyway it's Saturday night, time to see what's going down
Put on a bright suit, Billy, head for the right side of town
It's only eight o'clock, but you're already bored
You don't know what it is, but there's got to be more
You'd better find a way out, hey, kick down that door
It's a rat trap, and you've been caught


In this town Billy says everybody's trying to tell you what to do
In this town Billy says everybody says you gotta follow rules
You walk up to the traffic lights
You switch from your left to your right
You push in that button, and that button comes alight
And it's
Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk
Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk
Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk
Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk
Hey, Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
Hey, Billy take a walk with me


Well, little Judy's trying to watch Top of the Pops
But mum and dad are fighting, don't they ever stop
She takes off her coat and walks down to the street
It's cold on that road, but it's got that home beat
Deep down in her pocket she finds 50p
Hey, is that any way for a young girl to be
I'm gonna get out of school, work in some factory
Work all the hours God gave me, get myself a little easy money
Now, now, now, na na


Her mind's made up, she walks down the road
Her hands in her pockets, coat buttoned 'gainst the cold
She finally finds Billy down at the Italian cafe
When he's drunk it's hard to understand what Billy says
But then he mumbles in his coffee and suddenly roars
It's a rat trap, Judy, and we've been caught...


Rat trap
You've been caught in a rat trap